Mount Sagiri
The battlefield here has completely turned into a meat grinder where no one can get involved.
Upper Rank One, Kokushibo, Upper Rank Three, Akaza, one on the left and one on the right, have had their physical limitations completely removed!!
The enormous twelve-pointed snowflake magic circle beneath Akaza was operating wildly, and the Compass Needle's perception was immediately maxed out.
He was like a tireless pile driver, his fists flashing, leaving a trail of blue afterimages.
"Destructive Death: Disorder!!"
Each punch was accompanied by a shriek, and the force of the punches almost turned this space into a vacuum.
On the other side, Kokushibo's menacing longsword, covered in eyes, formed an impenetrable wall of steel.
"Moon Breathing - Sixteenth Form - Moonbow - Lonely Moon!!"
Countless enormous, deep purple crescent-shaped blades, each containing an immeasurable number of tiny daggers, rained down upon the target as if they were free.
The combined power of these two top-tier Upper Rank cockpits is so oppressive that it leaves no room for survival.
Caught in the middle, Giyu Tomioka gripped his dark blue Nichirin Blade, his figure swaying back and forth like ripples on water.
The suppleness of Water Breathing and the domineering power of Moon Breathing were combined in his hands to form an impenetrable azure defensive line.
"Jingle bells--!"
Yi Yong Giyu withstood this deadly double attack.
On the surface, Lord Water Hashira still had that same expressionless face, standing ramrod straight, and looked quite relaxed.
But in reality, Giyu was internally furious, ready to flip the table.
"So tired!! o(╥╥)o"
"My stamina is dropping too fast!!"
"These two guys are practically perpetual motion machines; they never seem to get tired."
If this keeps going on, forget about having dinner today; I'll have to eat breakfast downstairs tomorrow too.
Giyu dodged Kokushibo's purple crescent moon strike by tilting his head, and breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Even with the Transparent World unlocked, human physical strength still has its limits!
The two monsters on the other side have maxed-out recovery points and locked stamina bars.
In this high-intensity tug-of-war, it's always humanity that suffers.
We must find a way to break this deadlock!!
Giyu's mind was racing.
Suddenly, an image popped into his mind uncontrollably.
Just now, in that dead-end alley halfway up the mountain.
Sanemi Shinazugawa, with his full head of white hair and scars all over his body, cut open his wrists like a madman, using his Marechi to lure the split demons.
Giyu raised his eyebrows slightly. (⊙_⊙)
I think I just cursed at him.
As Giyu retreated to deflect Kokushibo's blade strike, he seriously reflected on his actions.
"I think I said something like, 'It's incredibly foolish to rely on self-harm without practicing swordsmanship.'"
"But..."
Giyu watched as the two demons in front of him grew more and more excited as they fought, as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
"That trick seems to really work."
As a meticulous swordsman, Giyu always despised this kind of unorthodox approach that could harm the enemy a thousand while hurting himself eight hundred.
But the situation is special now!!
I'm so hungry, and my wrists are so sore!!
Giyu instantly achieved logical consistency in his mind.
Without the slightest hesitation.
In the brief Akaza's high sweeping kick, Giyu swiftly pressed the blade of his Nichirin Blade against his left arm.
Pull hard.
"Sizzle--!"
The sharp blade sliced through the team uniform in an instant, leaving a long, bloody gash on the pale arm.
Bright red blood gushed out immediately.
Giyu, expressionless, slashed his blood-stained left arm across the blade of his Nichirin Blade.
The light blue blade was instantly stained blood red.
Immediately afterwards, Giyu took a deep breath and activated his Total Concentration Breathing technique to its maximum.
The extremely high frequency vibrations on the Nichirin Blade instantly generated a scorching heat.
The blood covering the blade evaporated instantly under the intense heat, turning into a thick cloud of blood mist that rapidly spread in all directions!
Akaza was opposite, was about to throw an Air Type when his nose suddenly twitched uncontrollably.
An indescribable sweet fragrance rushed straight to the top of my head through my nostrils!
"What... what is this smell?"
Akaza's eyes widened instantly.
That fragrance was a hundred times more intoxicating than all the top-grade Marechi he had smelled in the past few hundred years combined.
His punching speed slowed down by half a beat at that moment, and he got really high, falling into a state of extreme intoxication.
On the other side, Kokushibo's reaction was even more exaggerated.
His six usually aloof eyes froze for a moment.
His heightened sense of smell, enhanced by the Demon King's Blood, completely betrayed his reason the moment he encountered the blood mist.
It was an ultimate temptation that made even the soul tremble.
Kokushibo even forgot to swing his sword; a fatal blank moment occurred in his mind.
At that very moment, the two top-tier Upper Rank simultaneously revealed bizarre expressions, as if they had inhaled the finest catnip.
However, this exhilarating feeling lasted for less than a second.
The next second, things took a turn for the worse!
The blood of Giyu is not some rare and exquisite wine that can be tasted casually.
That's an extremely potent poison that could make even a Doma writhe on the spot, his internal organs dissolving!
As the blood mist was deeply inhaled into the body.
"Ugh--!"
Akaza suddenly let out a muffled groan of pain.
He felt as if a huge bucket of scalding sulfuric acid had been poured into his veins in an instant!
The punch, which had been incredibly powerful, suddenly became limp and powerless.
The magnificent twelve-pointed snowflake Compass Needle array beneath their feet resembled a light bulb that had lost power, flashing twice before going completely out.
"What... happened..."
Akaza stared in horror at his hands, the muscles in his arms convulsing uncontrollably, his fighting spirit leaking out like a punctured balloon.
His most prized martial arts skills were rendered useless at this moment; he couldn't even manage a basic stance.
Kokushibo's situation wasn't much better.
The intense dizziness and detachment completely shattered his prized sense of balance.
The funniest thing is the demon blade in his hand, covered in eyes.
The originally menacing ghost blade, after absorbing the blood mist, began to go berserk as if it were drunk.
The eyes on the blade rolled back wildly, some even shedding murky tears.
The entire knife twitched violently in Kokushibo's hand, like a mudfish out of water, completely unresponsive.
"Poison?!?!"
A look of shock and rage finally appeared on Kokushibo's zombie face.
"You... despicable human... you actually poisoned your own blood?!?!"
For a martial arts fanatic like Kokushibo, who revered pure swordsmanship, this tactic was the greatest insult to the way of martial arts.
But Giyu didn't care at all.
As long as it works, that's fine.
So what if there are double standards? As long as we win, that's all that matters.
Taking advantage of the two Upper Rank's paralysis and collapse caused by the deadly poison.
Giyu's eyes sharpened instantly.
"It's over."
He didn't hesitate at all.
His leg muscles exploded instantly, and he transformed into a whirlwind of blue shadow.
"Water Breathing - Fourth Form - Striking Tide!"
Giyu charged straight forward, his unreserved azure blade light rising from the ground like an inverted Milky Way.
This cut was swift, clean, and without any unnecessary frills.
Akaza didn't even have time to raise his hand to block; his reflexes were already extremely slowed by the potent poison.
"Whoosh--!"
There were no obstacles.
Akaza's thick right arm, which had once shattered countless swordsmen, was severed cleanly at the root by this strike!
The severed arm tumbled in mid-air, spurting out large amounts of black, bloody sputum.
"Ughhh!!"
Akaza clutched his severed arm in pain, lost his balance, and stumbled backward.
Having landed a successful blow, Giyu didn't stop.
Using the momentum from swinging the knife, he twisted his waist sharply.
His long, powerful right leg drew a dynamic arc in mid-air.
"Bang!"
The kick landed squarely on Kokushibo's chest.
At this moment, Kokushibo was even struggling to grip the erratic demon sword, and was completely unable to organize an effective defense.
The immense impact sent Upper Rank One flying backward.
Kokushibo's towering body was like a cannonball.
It traced an arc in mid-air, smashed through two huge rocks behind it, and slid for more than ten meters through a pile of rubble and mud before coming to a stop.
Just moments ago, the two top-tier Upper Rank were so arrogant, forcing Giyu to defend with all his might. But in these few short seconds, they have completely fallen behind!
Giyu landed lightly on the ground, flicking his wrist to shake off the remaining black blood on the tip of the knife.
He stood still, his chest heaving slightly, his deep blue eyes coldly fixed on the two disheveled monsters before him.
The wound on my arm was still bleeding.
But a rare look of considerable satisfaction appeared on Giyu's usually expressionless face.
"That's a really good move."
Giyu silently gave Sanemi Shinazugawa a thumbs up in his heart.
"When we get back, we can consider criticizing him less."